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(MUSIC)

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(WIND WHISTLING)

(ENGINE ROARING)

(ENGINE APPROACHING)

WOMAN (WHISPERING)
Are you awake?

MAN: No.

What time is it?

2:00.

Almost 2:00.

A.m. or p.m.?

(CHUCKLES)

You are not serious.

Not entirely.

It's afternoon.

I know.

What time is your flight?

7:40 to Amsterdam.

I haven't seen you
for two weeks,

and you're leaving
again this evening?

I know.

I'll be gone for
just a few days.

God, you're a sexy woman.

WOMAN: Mmm.

MAN: What are you doing?
(CHUCKLES)

I'm not doing anything.

They're gonna take me out
of here on a gurney.

(LAUGHTER, SHOUTS PLAYFULLY)

Tell me something sexy.

I want you to put your
hand up my dress.

But you're not wearing a dress.

(CHUCKLES)

What does that have
to do with it?

It's something you
like for me to say.

I know,

but it has to be
real, doesn't it?

(SIGHS)

Why don't you just tell me

what it is that you
want me to do to you?

I want you to touch me.

You want me to touch you where?

I want you to touch
me down there.

You do?

I really do.

Say it more sexy.

I want you to touch me.

Are you wet?

Yes.

You really are.

(MOANS) Yes.

God, you're sopping.

I know.

How'd you get yourself
into such a state?

From thinking about you.

Thinking about me what?

From thinking about your sweet
face in between my legs.

(WOMAN MOANS)

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I think I-I should go tidy up.

I don't want you to.

(WOMAN SIGHS)

(WOMAN PANTING)

Slow, slow...

Slow...

How do you know how to do that?

From hanging out with
really nasty girls.

(MOANS)

You've ruined me, you know that?

I hope so.

God, you have the most luscious
pussy in all of Christendom,

do you know that?

(LAUGHING)

(MOANING)

(WHISPERS)
Tell me what to do.

(GROANS)

You know what to do.

Tell me.

What if I shock you?

Too bad.

I want you to finger fuck me.

What?

You heard me.

I can't believe you said that.

Believe it.

You've reached a whole new level
of depravity, haven't you?

(PANTING)

I thought it didn't mean
that much to girls.

(MOANS)

WOMAN: It depends on the girl.

(PANTING)

I want you to stick
your finger up me

and find my spot
and push on it.

(MOANS LOUDLY)

Oh! (MOANS)

(MOANS)

Oh, my God.

(MOANS)

Ow.

(MOANING)

God, you are luscious.

(MOANS)

(CRIES OUT)

Oh, my God!

(CRIES OUT)

(MOANING CONTINUES)

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(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING,
DOGS BARKING)

(DOG BARKING,
MEN SPEAKING SPANISH)

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(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH)

(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH)

(METALLIC THUDDING)

(COUGHING, RETCHING)

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(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

(HORN HONKS)

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(HORNS HONKING, DOGS BARKING)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(CONVERSING QUIETLY IN SPANISH)

(LOW GROWLING)

(INSECTS TRILLING AND BUZZING)

(LIQUID POURING)

You'll like it

because it'll remind
you of somewhere else.

That's not why I like it.

I like it for itself.

It doesn't have to be
like something else.

No.

Do I remind you
of someone else?

Yes, you do.

Someone you miss?

Someone who is dead.

I don't think I miss things.

I think to miss something is to
hope that it will come back,

but it's not coming back.

I've always known that,
since I was a girl.

You don't think
that's a bit cold?

I think truth has
no temperature.

Mmm.

There it goes.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(BELL TOLLING)

(BOAT ENGINE CHUGGING)

(BELLS CONTINUE TOLLING)

(BELLS CONTINUE TOLLING)

Follow me, please.

(SPEAKING DUTCH)

Morning.

I want her to have something

that she won't be
uncomfortable wearing.

I don't want to
give her a diamond

so big she'll be
afraid to wear it.

She's probably more
courageous than you imagine.

Is this a pillow?

No, it's an Asscher.

Look at the corners.

Yeah...

Let's put it in
the grading box.

The pillow has a slight
arc to the sides.

But this is a modern version
of the old mine cut.

Let's look at the color.

Put it table-side down.

So you're looking
through the pavilion?

Yes, there's more
to look through.

(BELL DINGING SLOWLY)

It appears to be yellow.

It's nitrogen that
gives it the yellow.

The colors start with "D."

A "D" stone has no color.

So what am I looking at?

"H."

Is that still a good color?

That's a very good color.

The truth is that anything

you can say about the diamond

is in the nature of a flaw.

A perfect diamond would be

composed simply of light.

Do you see the inclusion?

No.

It is small, what we
would call a feather.

Yes.

I think I see it.

So, it is graded what?

A VS1.

Some might grade it higher.

You might grade it higher.

You like this stone?

Oh, I like that stone.

(CHUCKLES)

How many carats is it?

3.9.

It's expensive.

Tell me what you see.

Remember, you're not
looking for merit.

This is a cynical business.

We seek only imperfection.

This is a five carat stone.

Tell me what you see.

The culet seems big.

The crown and
pavilion don't fit.

The girdle comes out crooked.

Very good.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

But there is no
perfect diamond.

En este mundo,
nada es perfecto.

As my father would say.

You're Sephardic.

Yes.

Do you know Spain?

I do.

And Spain me.

At one time I thought she
would return from the grave,

but that is not to be.
(CLEARS THROAT)

Every country that has
driven out the Jews

has suffered the same fate.

Which is?

(LAUGHS)

You don't want to hear.

We should talk stones.

The most valued stone
is the red diamond

from the Argyle mines.

So very rare.

I've seen two in a long life.

A prize almost beyond belief.

I do want to hear.

(SIGHS)

Well...

how to say?

There's no culture save for
the Semitic culture there.

The last known culture
before that was the Greek,

and there will be
no culture after.

Nothing.

That's a bold claim.

The heart of any culture

is to be found in the
nature of the hero.

Who is that man who is revered?

In the classical world,
it is the warrior,

but in the Western world
it is the man of God.

From Moses to Christ.

The prophet, the penitent.

Such a figure is
unknown to the Greeks.

Unheard of, unimaginable...

because there is only a man
of God, not a man of gods,

and this god is the god
of the Jewish people.

There is no other god.

We see him... what is the word?
Uh...

purloined.

Purloined in the West.

How do you steal a god?

The Jew beholds his tormentor

dressed in the vestments of
his own ancient culture.

Everything bears a
strange familiarity.

But the fit is always poor

and the hands are
always dripping blood.

That coat...

didn't that belong
to Uncle Chaim?

What about the shoes?

Enough. I see your look.

No more philosophy.

The stones themselves have
their own view of things.

Perhaps they're not so
silent as you think.

They were piped up
out of the earth

in a time before
any witness was.

But here they are.

Let me show you.

This is a cautionary stone.

Although,

I suppose every diamond

is cautionary.

A cautionary diamond?

Of course, why not?

That's not a small
thing to wish for.

However unattainable,

to aspire to the stone's
endless destiny,

isn't that the meaning
of adornment?

To enhance the beauty

of the beloved is to
acknowledge both her frailty

and the nobility
of that frailty.

We announce

to the darkness that we
will not be diminished

by the brevity of our lives.

That we...

will not thereby be made less.

You will see.

(DANCE MUSIC THROBBING
FROM DISTANCE)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Afternoon, sir.

Thank you.

Looking good, Counselor.

Chris. How you doing?

Good.

(MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

Where's Reiner?

He's in there.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS,
DANCE MUSIC BLARING)

You don't have to worry about
it. Yeah, but who paid for it?

I put the credit card down,
so, obviously, I paid for it.

You paid for it? I don't care.

But you like it?

I do like it.

I've never been to Barbados.

Are all the ladies
as sexy as you?

It's a steaming pit
of sexual abandon.

I don't believe you.

Well, it used to be.

I left.

(CHUCKLES)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR) Come in.

Good morning, Counselor.

Morning.

Malkina.

Hola, guapo.

Hey.

How's Laura?

Incredible.

That sounds about right.

Nice lady; Nice lady.

I assume that she's not privy

to your newest business venture.

She's not.

And your lady?

Uh, yeah.

"Yeah," what?

I don't know what she knows.

I don't want to know.

You don't trust her?

Jesus, Counselor,
she's a woman.

Yeah, well, I don't mean
to sound that cold.

I just mean that, where
men are concerned,

they've got their own agenda.

I always liked smart women.

But it's been an expensive
hobby, you know?

Yeah.

Do you know what
all that stuff is?

Uh, mostly, yeah.

Anything I don't
know, I can ask her.

Which worries me even more.

Hmm.

You never told me what happened

with you and the
lovely Clarissa.

Ms. Clarissa, Ms. Clarissa
of the extraordinary body.

Ooh... she used to go
around with no bra.

Those full nipples in her
blouse or her T-shirt.

(EXHALES)

I think, in the end...

it was jealousy that undid us.

Jealousy?

Yeah, she was getting
more pussy than I was.

Is that true?

(CHUCKLES)

I think so.

Probably, yeah.

I have to say that for a
girl who liked girls,

she took an extraordinary
interest in the male member.

She sucked on it so hard.

Finally corrected my vision.

(LAUGHING)

She left me for this
good-looking black woman.

Whoo.

Had a boyfriend,
played for the Oilers.

Nice chap, nice chap.

We met once for drinks
at this club in Dallas

to discuss our mutual plight.

He was taking it rather
poorly, I have to say.

Women do better, don't they?

Maybe they have more
practice at it.

Yeah, well, my guess
is that in most cases,

if you still had the woman
you're weeping over,

you would be weeping harder.

Hmm?

So, is this place secure?

Who knows?

I don't speak in arraignable
phrases anywhere.

There's a scrambler
on the phone,

but still...

there's a lot of smart
people out there.

Of course, anybody who
thinks he's the smartest

is on his way to the slam.

Would that be me?

Nah, nah.

Although, I have to say
that I always thought

a law degree was a
license to steal

and that you, for one, hadn't
really capitalized on it.

Yeah, well, you're not
the straight dude

people think, though, are you?

I guess not. I don't
mean the caper,

I mean you.

Women like you.

All right.

Do you know what
they like about you?

I'm a good fuck?

(CHUCKLES) Right!

No, they can sniff out
the moral dilemma.

The paradox.

"Moral dilemma."

Yeah, they're drawn to it.

Not sure why.

Maybe it's just that,

lacking any moral
sense themselves,

they're fascinated
by it in men.

Men are attracted to flawed
women, too, of course,

but their illusion is
that they can fix them.

Women don't want
to fix anything.

They only want to
be entertained.

The truth about women
is you can do anything

to them except bore them.

Well...

there's nothing about Laura
that I would want to fix.

Maybe not. Do you think
she knows things

about me that I don't
know about myself?

Jesus, Counselor,

I'm not even sure what
sort of question that is.

Yeah.

Okay.

If you pursue this road

that you've embarked upon,

you will eventually
come to moral decisions

that will take you
completely by surprise.

You won't see it coming at all.

I don't intend to take
this up as a trade.

Yeah, one-time deal, right?

Which you've heard
a thousand times.

No, but a few.

What usually happens is that
after a couple of deals,

they know more than you do,

and they set up shop
across the street.

And how does that
work out for them?

Not well.

So that would be a moral issue.

Not for me.

Or for your associates.

Yeah, well...

they have a real aversion

to mixing business
with pleasure.

Do you know what a bolito is?

No.

A bolo is one of those
skinny neckties

or, I don't know,
one of those things

you throw in Argentina.

Yeah, right.

No, in this case,

it's a mechanical device,

and it has this small
electric motor

with this rather incredible

compound gear that
retrieves a steel cable.

It's battery-driven,
and the cable is made

out of some unholy alloy,

almost impossible to cut it.

And it's in a loop.

And you come up behind the guy,

and you drop it over his head,

and you pull the free
end of the cable tight

and walk away... no one
ever even sees you.

And pulling the cable
activates the motor

and the noose
starts to tighten,

and it continues to tighten
until it goes to zero.

It cuts the guy's head off.

Yeah, well, it can.

There's nothing he can do.

No.

Jesus.

Yeah.

How long does it take?

Oh... three, four
minutes; Five, maybe.

It depends on your collar size.

You're shitting me.

(CHUCKLES) No, no, no.

It's just that
there's no easy way

to turn the thing
off, or reason to.

It just keeps running

until the noose
closes completely

and then (POPS)
it self-destructs.

Actually, you're probably
dead in less than a minute.

From strangulation?

No.

The wire cuts through
the carotid arteries,

and then sprays blood all
over the spectators,

and everybody goes home.

Sweet.

Yeah, sweet.

Think about it, Counselor.

So, where does all this
beheading shit come from?

You never used to see that.

Uh, I think it's coming
here from the east.

Meaning the east?

Yeah. You put nine Mexicans
and an Arab in a room

and give them each
a hundred dollars

and come back in a few hours,

who do you think is going
to be holding the grand?

(LAUGHING)

So, you're gearing
up to do business

with them down the road?

The Arabs? Yeah.

No. No.

Why's that?

Because they don't
need your money.

(URINATING)

(MAN SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

(MAN ANSWERS IN SPANISH)

(CONVERSING IN SPANISH)

(CONVERSATION CONTINUES)

(DOG BARKING)

(PEOPLE SPEAKING SPANISH)

Do you have a dog?

Do I have a dog?

Yes.

No, ma'am.

Oh.

I don't have a dog.

Okay.

These are for me.

For you?

Yes, ma'am.

It's a diet.

A diet?

See, I probably shouldn't
even be telling you this.

I mean, I've tried
a couple of times

and I got to say it
works pretty good.

I mean, you don't really eat.

You get hungry, just pop a
couple of these bad boys.

I carry a Baggie
full around with me.

I mean, last time,
I lost 27 pounds

I pretty much recommend
it to anybody.

These diets you read about,

I know this works.

I mean, but of course,
like anything else,

you got to use your head.

Time before, I woke
up in the hospital.

But you just got to keep
your mind on your business

like anything else.

If you want to lose
weight, this is it.

After a few days, you don't
even want anything else.

I'd absolutely recommend
it to anybody.

But you said you woke
up in the hospital.

What happened?

Did you get a systemic
reaction or what?

No, ma'am.

It wasn't anything like that.

I was sitting in the
street, licking my balls,

and a car hit me.

Take care now, ya hear?

(ENGINE REVVING)

(hip-hop music playing)

(MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

(BARKING)

(GROWLS, BARKS)

(WHINING)

What?

Yeah, well, too bad.

(GROWLS, BARKS)

(ELEGANT MUSIC PLAYING
UNDER INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(MUSIC)

Here you go, ma'am.

Y'all enjoy your meal.
Thank you.

(PURRING)

I have something to
discuss with you,

and I'm a bit scared.

Hmm.

Have you been bad?

(CHUCKLES) No.

Actually, I don't have that
much to discuss, so...

let me just...

give you this...

and tell me what you think.

(MUSIC)

Well, will you?

(LAUGHS)

Don't leave me hanging, here.

Yes, I will.

(LAUGHS)

(LAUGHING GENTLY)

Try it.

(CRYING QUIETLY)

What, you didn't know?

I knew...

but I was scared anyway.

That's good.

(LAUGHS)

It's so beautiful.

You are a glory.

I'm a glory?

Yes.

As in "glorious."

You're a glorious woman.

And you're a man of
impeccable taste.

(LAUGHS)

Sorry, I shouldn't
have said that.

You can't take it back.

Mm-hm.

Here.

I intend to love
you until I die.

Me first.

Not on your life.

(MUSIC)

That's a nice ring.

How many carats is it?

I don't know.

You don't know?

No.

You've got to be kidding me.

No, I don't know.

Let me see it.

No, take it off.

Hmm!

It's a three-and-a-half carat.

Maybe three-point-eight.

It's a nice stone.

It's Asscher cut.

Thank you. Good color.

Probably an F, or a G.

Nothing visible, so...

at least a VS2.

Want to know how
much it's worth?

No.

You really don't, do you?

I really don't.

So, have you set a date?

Not yet.

I really want to get
married in the Church.

And he's okay with that.

He was married before,

so I thought that
would be a problem.

But the Church doesn't recognize
other marriages, so...

Are you nervous?

A little bit.

Sometimes I am.

So you're a church lady.

I go.

It's important to me.

And what about confession?

Yeah.

Well, maybe not so much.

Does the priest ever
ask you about sex?

He doesn't ask,

but you're supposed to
tell him everything.

And all the nasty shit you did,

you're just supposed to pretend

like you're never gonna
do it again, right?

I guess.

Mm. Strange.

Mm.

And suppose you've done
something, like, really nasty?

He doesn't press you
for the details?

I don't... I don't think so.

You're blushing.

Mm-mm.

Okay, we can change the subject.

We'll talk about my sex life.

You're teasing.

(QUIET CHUCKLE)

Just rattling your cage.

What a world.

You think the world is strange?

(CHUCKLES)

I meant yours.

REINER (OVER PHONE) Hello?
Reiner, are you there?

REINER: Counselor.

COUNSELOR: I think I'm in.

REINER: You can't
think, Counselor.

You're in or you're out.

(CHUCKLES) All right, I'm in.

And thanks.

Don't thank me yet.

I-I won't say,

"I hope you know what you're
doing" because you don't.

But, uh, money problems
are serious problems.

You keep telling yourself it's
not as bad as it appears,

and then one morning,
you realize it's worse.

Am I close?

Yeah, well, my back's against
the fucking wall, man.

I believe you.

(SIGHS) Do you have the cash?

I'll have it Thursday.

REINER: All right.

I'll call Westray and set it up.

(CAR ALARM CHIRPS)

Counselor.

Westray.

It's not dark enough
in here for you?

Wow.

That's a dandy.

What happened?

Confrontation with a doorman.

"Confrontation"?

Jesus.

What did you say to him?

I think I told him that he was
not to take it personally,

but he should go fuck himself.

What did he say to that?

He said, "I'm gonna hurt
you, white person."

BARTENDER: What will you have?

I'll have a Heineken.

Make it two.

I didn't know you got
into donnybrooks.

(CHUCKLES) I don't.

Anyway, it was in
another country.

And besides, the
wretch is dead.

No, but I sent a pair

of reliable chaps
to speak with him.

Bloody expensive, too.

You surprise me.

Counselor, I'm
just a middle man.

I know the smallest
crumb can devour us.

You learn not to
let anything pass.

You can't afford to.

I should keep that in mind.

You might keep that in mind.

So, fire away.

All right, what do you
do with the money?

What do I do, or
what does one do?

What do you do?

Mine goes offshore.

We can talk about
it, if you like,

but you can't use my people.

All right.

Okay.

Let me make a call.

All right.

What else?

You seem unsettled.

I'm all right.

Uh, what's the buy-out
for this whole deal?

Net net?

Yeah, net net.

It's hard to put a
cold dollar on it.

You don't know what your
expenses are up front.

It's 625 kilos,

goes for about $50 an
ounce in Colombia.

And the street value

in Dallas can go as
high as two grand.

Is that where it's going?
Dallas?

No, it's going to Chicago.
Don't write that down.

We're probably looking
at 20 million.

Maybe a little more.

It's 21,900 ounces.

Good return on your investment.

Did you do that in your head?

No, I remembered it.

But I know someone who
could do that in her head.

I'll bet you're right.

If you're not in, you
need to tell me.

I'm all right.

(TAPPING FINGERS)

It's just not our people,
you got the money guys.

You got to get money,
in dollars, into Mexico

and you got to get it out.

To do that, you
need a corporation.

You got to go through the U .S.
banks,

and even then you have to
have someone on the inside.

You'd be surprised at the people
who are in this business.

Very surprised.

You have a corporation?

No.

Of course not, you
just pay the points.

The other option is
cash, of course.

That's an even bigger headache,
for all the obvious reasons.

Biggest issue is
not that your guy

is going to fall for
some pole dancer

and go south with a
million of your ducats.

The biggest issue is someone
is going to figure out

who he is and what he's up to.

Here we go.

No, you're good.

Well, thank you.

Well, cheers.

A plague of pustulant boils
upon all their scurvid asses.

Is that your normal toast?

Increasingly.

So, if the drug wars stop,

this will dry up, right?

Let's just say, it will
be more than risky.

That's the thing Reiner
doesn't seem to get.

You may have noticed
his lifestyle

has become increasingly lavish.

I've noticed.

I don't set foot in his clubs.

And I miss the bastard.

We used to...

share a taste for exotic women.

In fact, a few times, shared
the women themselves.

That wouldn't include the
present one, would it?

Now, why would you ask me that?

No reason.
(CLEARS THROAT)

Sorry.

The answer is no, of course.

The civil answer.

But I see a murky
picture forming

in that mind of yours.

How well do you know Malkina?

Not very well.

Why?

Because you don't know someone

until you know what they want

is why.

I'll try and remember that.

Good.

And Reiner?

Reiner.

Reiner is beyond advising.

Reiner thinks nothing
bad can happen.

And he's in love.

You two are going
to open a new club?

Is that all right?

Sure. Why not?

What the fuck.

(PHONE VIBRATING)

Do you know how many people were
killed in Juárez last year?

No. A lot.

Yeah.

I think 3,000 is a lot.

This is a different
species, Counselor.

They will rip out your liver
and feed it to your dog.

Jesus, Westray.

Let me ask you... who do you think
killed all those young girls

before the so-called
drug wars?

I don't know.

Nobody knows.

"Nobody knows."

No.

Come on, Counselor.

Hundreds of girls...

thousands most likely.

Follow the money.

Do you have so much cash
that you're insulating

your house with it, and you
bought all the clothes

and the cars and the guns you
can find a place to put,

and you are morally depraved
beyond all human recognition,

what then do you do
with your money?

Why do they kill them?

You know, it's fun.

Snuff films.

You'll see, those will
start turning up.

Anyway, what do you
do with a 15-year-old

you just ravished in
some heinous manner?

Do you think

the drug lords hired kidnappers

to keep them supplied
with young girls?

I think they have kidnappers
on full retainer.

I should keep that in mind, too.

I can't advise you, Counselor.

But you are advising me.

I just need you to be sure
that you're locked in.

Because I don't know.

Maybe I should tell you

what Mickey Rourke
told what's-his-face.

That's my recommendation
anyway, Counselor.

Don't do it.

"This arson is a serious crime."

Yeah.

And so is this.

(LAUGHS QUIETLY)

Well, I guess I'm a
little taken aback

at the cautionary nature
of this conversation.

Good word, "cautionary."

In Scots law,

it defines an instrument
in which one person stands

as surety for another.

As surety.

Yes.

Sounds a bit primitive.

It is.

The problem being, of
course, is what happens

when the surety becomes the
more attractive holding?

What about you?

I can vanish

in a heartbeat...
(SNAPS FINGERS)

with my money.

Can you?
(CLEARS THROAT)

Truth is, Counselor,

I can walk away from all
of this in a second.

And I mean all of it.

You're not gonna believe this,

but I'm going to
tell you anyway.

I think about my life.

I can live in a monastery.

Scrub the steps,

clean the pots, try
some gardening.

You're serious.

Very.

Why don't you?

In a word?

Women.

(LAUGHS)

I've seen it all, Counselor.

It's all shit. It's all shit.

(CLEARS THROAT)
I'll be in touch.

Hey, Counselor,

you want to know why Jesus
wasn't born in Mexico?

No, why?

He couldn't find three
wise men or a virgin.

(WRY LAUGH)

And, Counselor,

here's something
else to consider.

The beheadings and
the mutilations...

that's just business.

Gotta keep up appearances.

It's not like there's
some smoldering rage

at the bottom of it.

Let's see if we can guess

who it is they
really want to kill.

I don't know. Who?

You, Counselor.

You.

(DOOR LOCK BUZZES, LATCH CLUNKS)

(CHAINS RATTLING)

(DOOR LOCK BUZZES)

COUNSELOR: Hey. Did
you bring cigarettes?

(MUSIC)

They treating you well?

Oh, yeah. Peachy.

You got a preliminary
hearing on the 17th.

What size dress do you wear?

I wear a five.

What about shoes?

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

Five?

Yup.

Hat?

What?

What size hat?

A hat?

I don't know what size hat.

What the fuck do I
need a hat for?

A hat? You're shitting me.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY) Yes.

You're a smart-ass.

You had me going
there for a minute.

So, you gonna

get me something sassy to wear?

No.

You'll probably have me looking
like a fucking schoolmarm.

How about a businesswoman?
Yeah.

Some business.

All right.

What was it you
wanted to tell me?

My kid's in jail.

Oh, boy.

Where?

Fort Hancock.

What was he doing
in Fort Hancock?

He was coming to see me.

What's he in jail for?

Speeding.

Speeding? Yeah.

(ENGINE ROARING)

Son of a bitch.

What, he couldn't pay the fine?

He had $12,000 on him, but...

they took that off him.

How'd you find this out?

He called.

What else is he charged with?

I don't know.

Some other stuff.

And how fast was he going?
206.

206? Yeah.

What is that, "206"?

That's not a speed.

That's somebody's weight.

Or a time of day.

You're telling me he was going

206 miles an hour? In what?

On that Jap bike of his.

Listen, if you could
get his money back,

he could pay the fine
and get out of there.

He's not getting
his money back.

How much is the fine?

$400. Jesus.

I don't guess you
would spring for it.

Christ, $400?

Yeah.

All right.

All right, what?

All right, I'll get him out.

Thanks. I owe you.

Yes, you do.

How about a blow job?

(CHUCKLES QUIETLY)

Well, you'd still owe me $380.

Damn, but you are a smart-ass.

I know. You bring
it out in me.

Lighten up, Ruthie.

Don't call me that.

I hate that name.

I don't even like "Ruth."

(CHUCKLES QUIETLY)

Take care, Ruth.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Guard.

Pull over.

(TRUCK ENGINE IDLING)

How you doing?

Get this thing out of here.

You got it.

Go!

Come on, bring her up.
Let's go.

(MUSIC)

(TURNS ENGINE OFF)

STEAM HISSING; STEADY BEEPING

(GASPS IN PAIN)

(SIGHS)

(STEADY BEEPING CONTINUES)

(BEEPING STOPS)

Yeah.

(MEN SPEAKING SPANISH NEARBY)

(MAN SPEAKS SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Gracias. Ah...

(CONVERSING IN SPANISH)

(MAN LAUGHS)

Sorry.

I got held up.

How are you, man?

Y-You see a place like this
in the cold light of day,

it looks pretty seedy.

But you get the right lighting
in here and some music,

some good-looking girls, and
it's a whole other world.

Jesus.

We're looking for
cash flow here.

So, how soon do you think?

Uh, two weeks. Three, max.

Yeah.

Are you gonna keep
the dance floor?

Yeah, a dance floor takes
up a lot of space,

but you try and chat
up a girl at a bar,

she's supposed to
tell you to fuck off,

'cause she doesn't want to
look like a bitch, but...

but you ask a chick to dance...
chick-a, chick-a, chick-a,

chick-a, chick-a, chick-a...
well, you got a better shot.

You know Peterson, right?

Sure.

Yeah, do you know he
speaks Portuguese?

No.

Yeah, his family
was from Brazil.

So... (LAUGHS)

This cousin of
Peterson's shows up,

and we are all out here
on Saturday night,

and... the cousin
is asking Peterson,

"How do you say, May I
have this dance?'."

Only we get wind of it.

And we shut Peterson up,

and we are coaching
him on how to say it.

"Repeat after me

I want to eat your pussy.".

Right.
(LAUGHING)

And we work with him till
he's pretty much got it down.

"I want to eat your pussy."

And we send him off.

And he's this kind of fella...
good-looking guy anyway.

So...

he goes off across the
room, and he picks up

this really, really
great-looking girl.

And he stands in front of her,

gives her this
little bow and says,

"I want to eat your pussy."

And, of course, the table
gets pretty quiet,

and that girl looks up at him
and says, "What did you say?"

And he says to the
girl, he goes,

"Well, I want to
eat your pussy."

And she stares at
him for a minute,

and then looks over to see
past him, and, of course,

here's these three
guys across the room

all hugging each other

and just weeping,
weeping with merriment.

So... so she gets up,

and she takes Peterson's
cousin by the hand,

and she takes him out to
this van in the parking lot

and proceeds to fuck
his brains out.

He's gone for an hour.

We don't know what the
hell is going on.

And, finally, she
leads him back in

and-and... and-and gives
him this big, sexy kiss,

and she looks over at us to
make sure we're all watching,

and sends him back to the table.

Well, we're going nuts, nuts.

And Peterson's trying to
get the story out of him,

and he's jabbering
away, and we're like,

"What's he saying?
What's he saying?"

It's the whole thing.

His blow job is the works.

The works.

Jesus, we were just
fucking flabbergasted

until we are just
sitting there,

staring at each other.

And after a while,
Peterson gets up

and looks at us,
and off he goes.

And he crosses the floor

to where this good-looking
girl is sitting by herself.

And...

he gives her a little bow

and announces that he
wants to eat her pussy.

Well, of course.

But this time, the husband

is coming out of the men's room.

(CHUCKLING)
Shit.

And he's about... I don't
know... 11 feet tall.

This guy hit him so hard that
he came out of his loafers.

He came out of his loafers.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

So Peterson is lying
dead on the dance floor

in his socked feet.

(LAUGHING) An-Anyway...
anyway, anyway,

they call an ambulance,

and they haul Peterson
off to the hospital.

And he's got a concussion
and a broken jaw.

Jesus. Yeah.

What do you guys do?

Nothing. We left.

We had enough fun
for one evening.

Anyway, the other
big space-eater

is the bandstand.

I think what I'm gonna
do is take the wall out,

and get rid of the hallway.
Yeah.

I think that'll do it.

Yeah. All right.

I'll talk to my guy,

and it should take
two or three days.

That's my boy.

(TURNS OFF ENGINE)

(MUSIC)

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

There he is.

I won't be able to get what the
kid is saying... is that okay?

We don't care what
the kid is saying.

MAN: Did you get it?

WOMAN: Yeah. It's not much.

MAN: That's okay.

Keep your eye on him.

I am.

This guy doesn't read
the fucking newspapers.

WOMAN: I know.

MAN: Did you see what it was?

Nope.

But it's in the helmet.

Yeah.

It's in the helmet.

(PHONE KEYPAD BEEPING)

(LINE RINGING)

MALKINA (OVER PHONE) Yes?
We got him.

Good. Stay with him.

Call me back in an hour.

(PHONE BEEPS OFF)

(indistinct announcement
over P.A.)

(QUIETLY)
Okay.

Come here.

Well, Counselor, how
are you making it?

All right.

This your lady?

It is.

Nice to meet you, ma'am.

Me and the Counselor
go back a ways.

We do, I'm afraid.

TONY: Don't be afraid. Hell,
I'm okay with everything.

You okay with
everything, Counselor?

I am if you are.

See, now, ain't he just
the best son of a bitch?

All right, Tony, let's go.
Come on.

How long you known
this guy, petunia?

Long enough. Long enough.

Maybe you should listen
to your lady friend.

Is that what you do, Counselor?

Does he keep you entertained?

None of your business.

'Cause you look to me like

you might get bored easy.

Tony, let's go.

WOMAN: Tony, I'm leaving.

Hell, Counselor, keep your seat.

TONY: You don't have
to get up for me.

See, petunia, the Counselor
here has a way of sullin' up

like a possum when he
don't get his own way.

I'm gonna say you
probably noticed it.

And that ain't
really the problem.

Real problem is,
is his thin skin

makes it okay in his eyes

for you to wind
up under the bus.

You know what I'm saying?

Anyhow...

that's how I see it.

You take care, now, you hear?

(CLICKING TONGUE)

TONY: Baby!

Who was that?

It's an old client.

Goes with the territory.

I'm sorry.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

Hi.

"Hi"?

Oh, um...

(SIGHS)

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

And...?

How long has it been since
your last confession?

Well...

I've never been before.

This is my first.

Are you Catholic?

No.

Then I cannot give
you absolution.

I know.

But I just wanted to tell
somebody what I had done,

and I thought, why not
go to a professional?

Have you thought about
taking instructions?

(LAUGHS)
That's not

something I do very well.

I mean, in order to
become a Catholic.

Then you could confess, and...

you would be forgiven
for your sins.

What if they're unforgivable?

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Nothing is unforgivable.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I haven't killed anybody,

but, mm, I've been pretty bad.

Look, we have
people here waiting

to go to confession,
so I'm sorry.

Well, they can wait.

I did.

Who did you talk to about this?
Why did I talk to somebody?

Well, you said,
"Bless me, Father."

Well, I asked a friend, but she
didn't know I was gonna do it.

So we're done here, then?

I haven't told you my sins yet.

I don't want to hear your sins.

There would be no point.

Were you baptized?

I don't know. It's possible.

Your parents never told you?

I never knew my parents.

They were thrown out
of a helicopter

into the Atlantic Ocean
when I was three.

Listen...

you don't have to do the
whole forgiveness thing.

All you have to do is listen.

To the sins.

Women tell you about
sex, don't they?

I can't talk about that.

Mm... Yeah, but every
woman who goes to confess

tells you that she's

an adulterer or fornicator

or something, or why
else would she be there?

So you must have a very
unusual picture of women.

You must think that they're
just having sex all the time,

I mean, that's all they do.
You really need to go now.

You don't leave, I leave.

Wait. Where are you going?

MALKINA: I wasn't finished.

(BELL TOLLING IN DISTANCE)

I know.

I just wanted to
hear your voice.

(SIGHING OVER PHONE)

I really miss you.

LAURA: I really miss you.

I miss you so much.

You know where to find me.

Don't go there.

Are you sure?

You're just glowing
with sexual health?

(CHUCKLES)

Is that bad?

No.

I love it.

Do you miss me?

Yes.

Bad.

Badly.

(SIGHS)

You haven't been
taking liberties

with your person, have you?

No. (LAUGHS)

(LAUGHING)

You couldn't touch it
with a powder puff?

(SCOFFS)

(LAUGHING)

Do you remember
the night we met?

Yes.

The airport parking lot.

Did you know I would
do it that night?

Did I know you would
do it with me?

Mmm.

Of course.

Mm-hmm.

Why there?

I don't know.

Thought it would be exciting.

Like high school.

I remember asking if
you were all right.

'Cause you were gasping
like an asthmatic.

Oh, my goodness.

Is this phone sex?

(LAUGHS)

I wish you were here with me.

I know.

Life is being in bed with you.

Everything else is just waiting.

I love you very much.

(CHUCKLES)

I love you so much.

Good night.

Good night.

I don't know.

Women have funny
ideas about sex.

They're supposed
to be so modest.

Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

Let me tell you, when they
get it in their heads

how they want to fuck, they're
like a freight train.

Sign here. Yeah.

The things I've
learned about women.

(CHUCKLES)
Fuck.

About half of it,
I'd like to forget.

I'm not sure if I follow you.

What is it you'd like to
forget, for instance?

You don't want to know.

Sure I do.

I don't know.

Let's talk about something else.
Here.

COUNSELOR: Just pull up
your socks and tell me.

Yeah...

I don't know.

What is it you'd like to forget?

All right.

I would like to forget about
Malkina fucking my car.

What?

See?

What did you just say?

I said I'd like to forget
about Malkina fucking my car.

I think.

What the hell are
you talking about?

You remember

that yellow California I had?

Sure. Nice car.

Very nice car.

Huh?

Anyway, this was

a while back, not that long.

We'd been getting it on for
a while, and we came back

one night.

We were staying
up at Cloudcroft.

We drove out on a golf
course and parked,

and we're sitting
there talking,

and for no particular
reason that I could see,

she... she slides
off her knickers...

and hands them to me and
gets out of the car.

I asked her

what she was doing,
and she says,

"I'm going to fuck your car."

All right.

Leave the door open.

(MUSIC)

REINER:
So... (SIGHS)

she goes around and climbs up

on the hood of the Ferrari,

and, uh... pulls her dress up

around her waist,
and spreads herself

across the windshield
in front of me,

with no panties on, and...

(INHALES)
she's had this Brazilian...

wax job, you know?

Don't-don't-don't even
think I'm making this up;

You can't make this
up, all right?

I mean, she was a dancer.

(MALKINA MOANS SOFTLY)
So, she does this full split,

and then she starts rubbing
herself up and down

on the glass.

(MOANING) Then she leans down

to see if I'm watching.
Like, no, I'm sitting there

reading my e-mail.

And... kisses me

I'm coming. Upside down.

And then she tells me
that she's gonna come.

I thought, "Well, I'm
losing my fucking mind,"

that's what's happening here."

You know, it was
like one of those...

(MALKINA MOANING) one of those

catfish things.

You know? One of those...

one of those bottom-feeders

you see going up the
side of the aquarium,

sucking its way up the glass...
(POPPING LIPS)

(MALKINA MOANING)
I mean, it was...

(EXHALES, LAUGHS)
I don't know...

hallucinatory.

You see a thing like
that, it changes you.

Jesus.

Yeah, tell me about it.

COUNSELOR: Did she...

Did she what?

Did she come?

Yeah. Sure.

Yeah.

Finally she climbs down
and she comes around

and she gets in the car and
shuts the door, and I hand her

her knickers and she puts
them in her purse, and she...

she looks at me, like, to see
what I thought about that.

(SCOFFS)
What I thought about it? Uh...

well, I don't know what
I thought about it.

I mean...

I still don't. It was too...

gynecological to be sexy.

You know? Almost.

Mostly, I was just
fucking stunned.

(LAUGHS)

And I asked her if she'd

ever done that
before, and she said

she'd done everything
before, and I believe her.

(SIGHS)

So... she starts the engine

and turns on the lights,

but the windshield's
so smeared,

and I didn't have anything

to wipe it with.

And she, of course, suggested
that I get out and lick it off.

Well, I tried the
wipers, and naturally,

the windshield washer
thing doesn't work

because Italians don't really
believe in that sort of thing.

And finally...
(CLEARS THROAT)

I took off my socks

and got out of the
car and used them.

Do you think she knew

what kind of effect this
might have on a guy?

Jesus, Counselor,
are you kidding?

She knows everything.

You don't think this is
an odd thing to tell me?

I think it is an odd thing.

No, I mean,

why is it okay to tell
a thing like that

about somebody...
Somebody I'm banging?

Come on, Reiner.

Oh, okay, I don't
know, I don't know,

you're probably right. I...

Maybe I wanted to
see what you'd say.

Maybe there's more
to it than that.

Maybe I'm scared.

You're scared?

Yeah.

Probably, yeah, sometimes.

She scares the shit out of me.

Because of that?

No, not that. No.

You're in love with her.

I don't know what I am.
Yeah, I guess

I'm in love with her, but...

you don't think that's
'cause for worry?

It's like being in love with...

easeful death.

Well, I don't know what it is
that you're trying to tell me.

I know.

Does this have anything
to do with the deal?

I don't know.

You're right.

I shouldn't have told you.

Just forget it. Forget it.

Forget it? Yeah.

How do you propose I do that?

Jesus, Counselor,
how do I know?

Just forget it.

(MUSIC)

(indistinct announcement
over P.A.)

(WHISTLES)

I got to go.

Sir, may I help you?

(TAPE MEASURE SLIDES,
SNAPS SHUT)

Nope.

(MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

(TURNS OFF ENGINE)

(DOOR OPENS, ALARM CHIMES)

(CHIMING STOPS)

(TAILGATE CREAKS, BANGS)

(WIRE WHIRRING, SPOOL RATTLING)

(MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

(WIRE TWANGS)

(MUSIC)

(WIRE VIBRATING
IN WHISTLING WIND)

(SQUEAK)

(SQUEAKING)

(REMOTE CLICKS, BEEP)

(REMOTE CLICKS)

(ELECTRONIC TONES
SOUND OVER RADIO)

WOMAN (OVER RADIO)
Are you there?

Anything?

WOMAN: He's coming.

(MOTORCYCLE APPROACHING)
MAN: Yeah, I hear him.

All right, let's do it.

(MOTORCYCLE ENGINE ROARING)

(MUSIC)

(CLICKS)

(STRIKES WIRE, TIRES SQUEAL)

(ENGINE IDLING)

(GASPS)

(MUSIC)

(WHIMPERING)

(GASPS)

(WIRE SNAPS)

(STEAM HISSING)

(PLOP, THUD)

(ANIMAL HOWLS IN DISTANCE)

WOMAN (OVER RADIO)
Jamie, come in.

Are we okay?

We're good.

(CELL PHONE CHIMING)

Hi.

Hi.

I had a dream about you.

Did you?

Yeah. Very strange.

I woke up, and I could
still remember the dream,

but I could not remember
why it was so disturbing.

You know?

I just wanted to call and
see if you were all right.

Are you superstitious?

Oh, I don't think so.

No more than the next person.

And who would that be?

Excuse me?

"The next person."

You're not gay, are you?

(CHUCKLES) No, of course not.

I shouldn't have called.

I know you think
my world is naive.

Is that so bad... to have hope?

I don't know.

I can't advise you.

I know.

You should be careful
what you wish for, angel.

You might not get it.

I know.

Do you?

Yes, I do.

Good.

I'll see you at the club.

(MUSIC)

(TURNS OFF ENGINE)

(LOCK THUDS, CHAIN RATTLES)

Do you know which truck it is?

Yeah. It's got Arizona plates.

(HOOD SQUEAKS OPEN)

Do you know how it goes? Yeah.

It's color-coded.

Red to red...

green to green...

black to black.

See if it'll start.

(ENGINE TURNING)

Wait a minute.

This thing's got a switch on it.

(CLICK) (STEADY BEEPING)

Try it now.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(RINGTONE PLAYING)

WESTRAY: Counselor.

We've got a problem.

You there?

I'm here.

How bad a problem?

Let's say pretty bad.

And then multiply it by ten.

Fuck.

Meet me in the atrium
at the Coronado.

Coronado? When? Now.

We can start getting used
to our new lifestyle.

(PHONE BEEPS OFF)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(CHILD SQUEALS HAPPILY)

(JET ENGINES WHOOSHING)

(KIDS TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Morning.

Good morning.

Have you seen the paper?

Nope.

You know who the
Green Hornet is?

The Green Hornet? Yes.

He's a cartoon character.

He's a biker.

Shit.

Mm.

All right, what?
Is he in custody?

It's in the paper.

You don't know
anything about this?

About what?

Like I said, it's in the paper.

He had no I.D. on him.

No.

No head, either.

What the hell is this?

I was hoping you would tell me.

I had a call

from our business partners.

They wanted to speak with you.

Seems the deceased was
working for them.

Now the shipment is missing,

and all they have to go on is
that he was a client of yours.

Client?

He wasn't a client.

You got him out of jail.

That doesn't make him a client.

It was a speeding ticket,
for Christ's sake.

(WESTRAY CHUCKLES)

Jesus. I am perfectly willing

to believe you had
nothing to do with this,

but I am not the party
you need to convince.

Convince of what,
for Christ's sake?

This is just some
sort of coincidence.

They're a pragmatic lot.

They don't believe
in coincidences.

They've heard of them,
they've just never seen one.

So, what happened
to the shipment?

I asked them that.

And...?

They said, "Se fue."

It's gone?

Mm.

Jesus.

Does his mother know?
I guess she does.

I-I need to call her.

(LAUGHS)
Yeah.

Uh, probably not a good idea.

Why?

She said she's going
to have you killed.

(WHISPERS) Sweet Jesus.
(SNICKERING)

WAITRESS: Sorry about that.
What can I get you

to drink? Hemlock.

I'm sorry?

I'll have an OJ and a coffee.
He'll be having

the double Maalox and
a side of OxyContin.

Just bring us the two coffees.

And my OJ.

How'd you wind up with her?

The mother?

Yes, the mother.

The mother of all mothers.

Court appointment.

It's an appeal... one of
Ferguson's fucked-up deals.

Look... they can't hook
me onto this thing,

mother or no mother.

Well, I don't know
what the kid told her,

or what she told the kid.

But at this juncture,
I would avoid

trying to explain myself.

What do they think I
would do with the shit?

They don't know.
They don't care.

They think everybody's
hooked into something.

You need to think about
this, Counselor.

These people are out $20 mil.

(SLAMS TABLE) Do you understand
how serious this is?

They think we're all
involved, don't they?

Reiner, too?

What do you think?

You fucking genius.

(CLEARS THROAT)

You ever seen a snuff film?

No. You?

Would you?

I would not.

Because...

the consumer of the product is
essential to its production.

You cannot watch without
being accessory to a murder.

WAITRESS: Will there
be anything else?

No, thank you.

You know somebody
who's seen one?

Yes, I do.

He said the young girl was
looking into the camera,

crying, when her
head was lopped off.

Jesus.

Think about that the
next time you do a line.

I don't do drugs.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

'Cause what follows,

I would hope, would be beyond

your powers of imagination.

They let a figure in,

wearing only a hood
with eyeholes,

to... address himself

to the headless and
quivering corpse.

(WRY CHUCKLE)
Which, you must remember,

was selected because of
her youth and beauty.

And all of this,
he has paid for.

So...

(SLAMS TABLE)
what do you think that costs?

Ballpark?

Jesus.

Mm.

God.

The point, Counselor,

is that you may think
there are things

that these people are
simply incapable of.

There are not.

Counselor, I don't know
what you should do...

but at this point, it's
out of your hands.

What about you?

I've known this day was
coming for a long time.

Do I regret what I've done?
That's sophomoric.

I should have jumped ship a
long time ago, and I didn't.

So what happens next?

I'm gonna go find a
nice, quiet place

and sit down and
think about this.

I would suggest you do the
same, but I know you won't.

If you think, Counselor,
you can live in this world

and be no part of it, all I
can say is you're wrong.

It's not that you're
going down, Counselor...

it's what you're
taking down with you.

(PATTING SHOULDER)

(UPBEAT JAZZ PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

Excuse me, ma'am?

I'm terribly sorry to
bother you, but...

my phone is out and
it's my kid's birthday.

May I please use your
phone for just a minute?

Sure.

Thank you.

Where are you?

I-I can't call you
on my cell anymore.

But listen to me, go home
and wait for me there.

I'll call you.

I'll explain everything later.

I love you.

I'll call you later. Okay.

Thank you.

I hope you didn't call China.

(CHUCKLES)

Have a nice day.

You, too.

(SIREN WAILING)

(SIREN CONTINUES WAILING)

(QUIETLY)
Fuck.

(SIREN CONTINUES WAILING)

(SIREN STOPS)

(SIREN CHIRPS)

(ENGINE IDLING)

Switch off the engine.

They're not cops.

These guys are cartel.

Switch off your engine!

Go check it out.

(GUNSHOTS)

(AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE)

(MAN YELLS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(ENGINE STOPS)

(THUNDER RUMBLES IN DISTANCE)

(PANTING)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(TWO GUNSHOTS)

(GRUNTING)

(THUNDER RUMBLES IN DISTANCE)

(MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(PHONE KEYPAD BEEPING)

(PHONE LINE RINGING)

(PHONE LINE RINGING)

MAN (OVER PHONE)
Sí. Dígame.

MAN 2: No problems.

Got to go.

Bodies on the road.

COUNSELOR: You talked to him.

Yeah, I talked to him.

I don't feel comfortable here.
Can we go somewhere else?

Uh... sure.

Come on.

You think I know something
you don't, Counselor?

What would that be?

Uh, I don't know what
"how bad" means.

Bad is bad.

Westray thinks we're fucked.
"We"?

Yeah.

All right, well, I
suppose I could ask you

if you've got a rat
in your pocket.

You're not serious.

Well... when was the last time

you tried to call him?

Yesterday. Why?

Why?

Because I couldn't reach
him now, all right?

(CHUCKLES)

(SCOFFS)

(GROANS) What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

(SIGHS) What are you?

I don't know.

That's what Westray said,
but he did know, didn't he?

(GROANS)

What are you gonna
use for money?

I've got some money.
I don't think so.

If you had any serious money,

you wouldn't be in this
jackpot in the first place.

I might. Ah, yeah? Well,

(CHUCKLES) I know why
I'm in it. Do you?

Sure. Same as you... greed.

(CHUCKLES)
Yeah. No.

You got in trouble.
You got in trouble.

I tried to appeal to your
greed two years ago.

No deal. Now it's too late.

It's too late.

What do you think I should do?

I don't know, Counselor.

I don't know.

They know that you're stupid.

They just don't
know how stupid.

(EXHALES)

You say that like
it's my hole card.

Maybe it is.

Suppose you could sit
down and have a chat

with these guys...
what would you say?

Tell them the truth.

(SCOFFS) You're just
a fucking wonder,

do you know that?

Go ahead.

Go ahead what?

With the truth. I'd
like to hear it.

I'd tell them that I
never even met this kid,

that I got him out of jail
on a speeding charge.

Okay, how did he
happen to hire you?

He didn't. I got
him out of jail

as a favor to his mother.

How do you happen
to know the mother?

I was appointed by the
court to represent her

in an appeal in a
capital murder case.

Do you know what her
son did for a living?

No. Well, you do now.

I do now. And would it
please you to tell the court

what that occupation was?

How'd I get in court?

I thought I was talking
to cartel guys.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

I was giving you the
easiest way out.

Very funny.

Yeah, well, probably not.

I'm really worried, baby.

It's gonna be all right.

I'll take care of it.

COUNSELOR: Don't worry. Can
you meet me someplace?

I can't right now.

That's not possible
that you can't.

God, I miss you.

(PANTING)
Meet me.

We really have to be careful.

(PANTING)
How bad is it?

How bad is it?

All right, where?

(PANTING QUIETS)

How about Boise?

Boise? (LAUGHS)

Boise.

(CHUCKLING)

Wh-Why Boise?

What's wrong with Boise?

Have you ever been to Boise?

No. Have you?

(SIGHS)
No.

You have a hotel?

I'm looking as we speak.

Tomorrow.

Boise.

Yeah, Boise.

I'll leave you a message
at the Delta counter.

Okay.

Baby, I'm so sorry.
I'll set this straight.

(WHISPERS)
I know.

I love you.

I love you.

Be safe.

(CELL PHONE SNAPS SHUT)

(APPROACHING VEHICLE RUMBLING)

(REVS ENGINE)

(ENGINE TURNS OFF,
CAR DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(REINER EXHALES)

So...

where do you think this
is going, mi capitán?

Uh... this?

Yes.

(CHUCKLING)
Well...

I can't really take your
question seriously.

Uh...

It's going where it's going.

Well, either...

you think it's all
gonna work out,

or you don't want to
think about it at all.

Well, because the
third alternative

is unacceptable?

Yes. Oh.

The excluded middle.

(SIGHS) I don't like
decisions made for me.

But if you put them off waiting
for the maximum information,

that may be what happens.

You think there's
still space enough

to make the decision,
and then there isn't.

"Space." Yeah.

Hmm.

Greed really takes you
to the edge, doesn't it?

Mm, that's not what greed does.

That's what greed is.

When the ax comes
through the door...

I'll already be gone...
you know that.

That's fair enough.

You're in trouble.

Yeah, probably.

I don't want to lose you.

There.

I know.

Are you hungry?

I'm starving.

(TRUCK RUMBLING)

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(DOG BARKING NEARBY)

(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

(CONTINUES SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(MUSIC)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Okay, guey.

(ELECTRIC TOOL WHIRRING)

(MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

(CHEETAH GROWLS SOFTLY) Shh.

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(ENGINE ACCELERATES)

Fuck.

Fuck!

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(GROWLING)

(PANTING)

Shit!

(GASPING)

Intercept him! We
want him alive!

MAN (OVER RADIO)
Got it!

(PANTING)

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

(QUIETLY)
Fuck!

(GRUNTS) No!

(MAN SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

(GRUNTS)

(MEN SPEAKING SPANISH)

(GUNSHOT)

(GRUNTING) (GUNSHOTS)

(GRUNTS, GROANS)

(GUNSHOT)
MAN: No!

What the fuck did you do?

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

(MEN SPEAKING SPANISH)

(YELLS IN SPANISH)

(GRUNTING)

Vámonos. IVámonos!

(WIND WHISTLES)

(PANTING)

(LOW GROWLING)

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(LOW GROWLING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING,
CRASHING IN DISTANCE)

(PURRING, SNIFFING)

(PURRS, GROWLS)

(MUSIC)

COUNSELOR (OVER PHONE)
Do you know where Reiner is?

Nope.

He doesn't answer his cell,

and the phone at the club
is no longer in service.

Where are you?

I'm at home.

I'm surprised to hear
you're still there.

Well, I won't be in an hour.

An hour.

Yeah.

Where are you?

I'm not at home.

What am I supposed to do?

What are you, a
mental defective?

I can't advise you, Counselor.
Call a cab.

Listen...

if your definition of a friend
is someone who will die for you,

then you don't have any friends.

I got to go. You take care.

(HANGS UP)

(CELL PHONE CLATTERS)

(MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

(MAN SPEAKS SPANISH)

(JET FLYING OVERHEAD)

(MUSIC)

(ALARM CHIRPS)

(MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(SCREAMS)

(LAURA WHIMPERS)

No!

(SCREAMING)

(PUNCH THUDS) (GRUNTS)

(CRYING)

(YELLS)

(CRYING)

(MUSIC PLAYING LOUDLY
OVER STEREO)

Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!

Dad! Dad!

Dad! Dad!

Dad! Dad!

Dad!

What?

(LOW, INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS
IN DISTANCE)

(SIGHS) (PHONE RINGING)

(WOMAN ANSWERS PHONE
INDISTINCTLY)

(MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

You all right here, sir?

Sorry?

Can I bring you something?

Would you do something for me?

Yes, sir, of course.

(CLEARS THROAT) Here's my card.

I'm a guest at the hotel.
Uh...

What I wish you would do for me

is go to the desk and see
if I have any messages.

I know you're wondering
why I don't go myself,

but I've bothered them
so much... (LAUGHS)

I think they're
beginning to figure me

for some sort of nutcase.

Sure. I'm afraid
they'll stop looking.

You got it.

(MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

(RAIN FALLING)

(PHONE LINE RINGS)

MAN (OVER PHONE)
Sí. Dígame.

COUNSELOR: Abogado Hernandez,

I need your help.

Can I come see you?

HERNANDEZ: Sí. No problem.

Tomorrow.

COUNSELOR: Thank you.

(THUNDER RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

(PHONE RINGING,
INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

WOMAN: Upstairs.

(THUNDER RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(PHONE RINGING IN DISTANCE)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)
All right.

I have made the call.

You understand?

If it is all right,
it is all right.

Don't put me in the center.

Okay?

"In the middle."

In the middle, yeah.

What do I owe you?

You owe me nothing, Counselor.

We are friends.

Just a handshake.

(MUSIC)

Thank you.

It will be a yes or no.

Hmm?

I will do what I can do.

But you must know
that this is, um...

a long shot.

I know.

Thank you.

MALKINA: Look, the last
time I spoke to them,

they were in Midland, Texas.

That was about two days ago.

So I called up the sheriff
there and I asked him,

had they found any dead bodies
along the side of the highway?

And he said that they did.
And I said, "Thank you,"

and I hung up.

(LAUGHS)
I know you think I'm kidding.

But I'm not.

And I'm not out.

That's right.

And I'm not kidding
about that, either.

Really?

No. I know where the
truck is going.

I always did.

Really?

Well, I think that falls under
the category of "tough shit."

We're all done here.

(CLICK)

Hey.

Here. Thanks.

(MUSIC)

(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(MUSIC)

MAN: In the last two accounts,
we're only an hour different...

Right. But it's another day.

Mm-hmm. It's tomorrow.

See, I love that, I love that.

(LAUGHS)

MAN: So, what do
we got, 625 kilos?

Yeah, something like that.

Shit, you know, of
all the people,

you and I should know
if electronic money

earns an extra day of interest

when it crosses an
international date line.

Right? I'm-I'm just saying.

That's a good question.

(LAUGHS)
All right?

Why is there a fourth drum?

No reason. It's just...

it's, uh, it's just convenient.

Convenient?

Mm-hmm. Yeah, maybe
we have a traveler.

Like somebody, you wish
for them to go away.

So, hey, you send them
to America. That's all.

Can I have a look?

You want to look?

Yeah. Sick bastard.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

Do you know who he is?

No. Fuck, no. He's
some pinche pasajero.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

MAN: A passenger?

Yeah. An immigrant.

(GROANS)

(SPEAKS SPANISH)
So it's just... just a way

to get rid of a body.

Yeah.

(SPEAKS SPANISH, GROANS)

From Mexico? No, no, no.

Colombia.

He came all the way
from Colombia?

Mm-hmm.

Whatcha gonna do with him?
Nothing. You know.

He just goes back in the truck?
Yeah. Goes back in the truck.

Then what?

Nothing. You know,
it's just normal.

But they think it's a fucking
joke, they think it's funny,

so they do this shit
to me, you know?

But in this business, you got
to have a sense of humor,

or else...

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

So, what happens to him?

Nothing, you know,
I told you, we...

they go back together
in the truck,

he's inside, they paint
it, he rides around,

they try to sell it at
auction, maybe, maybe not,

rides around some more,
sucking up the shit.

Hey, welcome to America, huh?

(LAUGHS)

MAN (OVER PHONE)
Yes, but I can only tell you

what I already
told our friend.

There's no one to talk to.

Could I come to The Florida?

(OVER PHONE)
The Florida is closed.

I would do whatever
you suggest.

I have no suggestions,
Counselor.

W-W-W...

We could meet someplace.

We're meeting now.

(MEN LAUGHING, CHATTING)
(MAN WHISTLES)

I'm not sure you
understand my position.

But I do, Counselor.

Actions create consequences

which produce new worlds,
and they're all different.

Where the bodies are buried

in the desert, that
is a certain world.

Where the bodies are
simply left to be found,

that is another.

And all these worlds,
heretofore unknown to us,

they must have always been
there, must they not?

MAN: Seçor.

COUNSELOR: I don't know.

Did you say something?

I don't know what I was saying.

Counselor, at some point,

you have to acknowledge

the reality of the
world that you're in.

There is not some other world.

This is not a "hee-a-toos."

Hiatus.

I believe the word is hiatus.

Can you spell that
for me, please?

H... I...

A...

T-U-S.

Hiatus.

Thank you, Counselor.

Hmm.

Will you help me?

I would urge you
to see the truth

of the situation you
are in, Counselor.

That is my advice.

It is not for me to tell you

what you should have
done or not done.

The world in which
you seek to undo

the mistakes that you made

is different from the world
where the mistakes were made.

You are now at the crossing,

and you want to choose, but
there is no choosing there.

There's only accepting.

The choosing was done
a long time ago.

Are you there, Counselor?

Yes. I don't mean
to offend you,

but reflective men
often find themselves

at a place removed from
the realities of life.

In any case, we should
all prepare a place

where we can accommodate
all the tragedies

that sooner or later
will come to our lives.

But this is an economy few
people care to practice.

Do you know the
words of Machado?

I know his name.

(RECITING IN SPANISH)

Lovely poet.

Machado was a schoolteacher,

and he married a
young, beautiful girl.

And he loved her very much.

And she died.

And then he became
a great poet.

I'm not gonna become
a great poet.

Well, perhaps not, but
even if you were to do so,

it would not help you.

Machado would have
traded every word,

every poem, every verse
he ever wrote...

for one more hour
with his beloved.

And that is because
when it comes to grief,

the normal rules of
exchange do not apply,

because grief transcends value.

A man would give entire nations

to lift grief off
his heart, and yet,

you cannot buy
anything with grief.

Because grief...

is worthless.

Why are you telling me this?

Because you continue
to deny the reality

of the world you're in.

Do you love your wife
so much, so completely,

that you would exchange places
with her upon the wheel?

And I don't mean dying,
because dying is easy.

(POUNDING DASHBOARD)
Yes! Yes, damn you!

Well, that is good
to hear, Counselor.

What are you saying?

Are you saying this
is a possibility?

No.

It's impossible.

You said I was that man...

at that crossing.

Yes... at the understanding

that life is not going
to take you back.

You are the world
you have created,

and when you cease to exist,

this world that you have created

will also cease to exist.

But for those

with the understanding
that they're living

the last days of the world,

death acquires...

a different meaning.

The extinction of all reality

is a concept

no resignation can encompass.

And yet...

in that despair,

which is transcendent,

you will find...

the ancient understanding

that the philosopher's stone

will always be found, despised,

and buried in the mud.

This may seem a small thing

in the face of annihilation,

until annihilation occurs,

and then...

all the grand designs
and all the grand plans

will be finally exposed

and revealed for what they are.

And now, Counselor...

I have to go, 'cause I
have to make other calls.

If I have time, I think
I'll take a... a small nap.

(HANGS UP)

(PHONE LINE BEEPING)

WOMAN (over P.A.)
Welcome to London Heathrow,

Terminal Five.

Please keep your bags
with you at all times.

Any unattended luggage
will be removed

and may be destroyed.

(MUSIC)

(JET ENGINES WHOOSHING OVERHEAD)

Like the hat. Thank you.

The International.

Of course.
(CLOSES DOOR)

Hello, madam.

Hi.

Checking in?

How you doing?

Okay.

You're Canadian.

You saw my passport.

Where are you from?

New Mexico.

Have a drink with me.

What?

(LAUGHING)

Have a drink with me.

You're a masher.

(LAUGHS)
A masher?

Lord, where'd you hear that?

I'm teasing.

I think.

(LAUGHING)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)

Seçor. Yes?

(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)

Seçor...

I must close.

I know.

You have no place to go, maybe?

I fell asleep. I'm sorry.

There is no harm.

No harm.

That's a lovely thought.

Magical thought.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Good night.

It's very dangerous out there.

In the street.

I know.

(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING,
SIREN BLARING IN DISTANCE)

If they hear somebody
in the street,

they shoot them.

Then they turn on the light

to see who is dead.

Why do they do that?

To make a joke.

To show that death...

doesn't care, that
death has no meaning.

Do you believe that?

No.

Of course not.

All my family's dead.

I'm the one who has no meaning.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(woman speaking Spanish
over P.A.)

(woman continues
speaking Spanish over P.A.)

(WOMAN CONTINUES IN SPANISH)

(WOMAN CONTINUES IN SPANISH)

(INDISTINCT
POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(WOMAN CONTINUES IN SPANISH)

(PEOPLE CHEERING, CLAPPING)

(WOMAN STOPS SPEAKING)
(CHEERING CONTINUES)

(WOMAN SHOUTS IN SPANISH)

CROWD: Viva!

(WOMAN SHOUTS IN SPANISH)

(CROWD SHOUTS IN UNISON)

(CROWD CHANTING IN SPANISH)

(CROWD CONTINUES
CHANTING IN SPANISH)

(MEN CONVERSING IN SPANISH)

(MUSIC)

(KEYS CLINK LIGHTLY)

(MEN SPEAKING SPANISH)
(INSERTS KEY INTO LOCK)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(MUSIC)

RECORDED VOICE: Please
hang up and try again.

If you need help, hang up
and dial your operator.

(PHONE LINE BEEPING)

(SLAMS RECEIVER DOWN, GRUNTS)

(SOBS)

(BELL TOLLING IN DISTANCE)

MALKINA: So, you
got the password?

Five digits?

Who's Rowena?

I don't know.

All right.

Social Security,
driver's license.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

I don't see what
good this will do

unless you have the computer.

You and I are square.

So, are you planning
to see him again?

What would be the point?

He'll be broke.

Smart girl.

Or is it worse than that?

I don't want to get mixed
up in something heavy.

You already are.

How would you know he won't
come looking for you?

But he won't, will he?

No.

He won't.

(WHISPERS)
Jesus.

Take the money.

I don't want it.

Please yourself.

I have to go.

You know what I like
about Americans?

No. What?

You can depend on them.

Thank you, Ray. Okay.
Take care.

(GATE BEEPS, HISSES OPEN)

(MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

(MAN PANTING)

(MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(PASSING SIREN WAILING)

(MUSIC)

(GEARS WHIRRING) (GRUNTS)

(WOMAN GASPS)
MAN: Hey! Hey!

(GEARS WHIRRING)
Fuck you! Fuck you!

(IN DISTANCE) Fuck you!
Drive.

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(GROANS, PANTS)

(GEARS WHIRRING)

(YELLS)

(WHIRRING CONTINUES)

(WRY LAUGHTER)

(GRUNTING)

(GEARS WHIRRING)
(STRAINED GRUNT)

(CHOKING, GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

(EXCITED SHOUTS NEARBY)

(GUTTURAL GASP)

(PANICKED SHOUTS, GASPING)

(MUSIC)

There you go.

Drive.

MAN: On my count...
one, two, three.

(ONLOOKERS GASP AND GROAN)

(ONLOOKERS MURMURING,
INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(DIAL TONE DRONING)

(PUTS HANDSET IN CRADLE)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Momento!

Hey.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Sí.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(MUSIC)

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(CASE CLATTERS TO FLOOR)

(QUIETLY)
Oh, God.

(SNIFFLES, SOBS)

(CRYING)

(YELLS) No!

(SOBBING)

(GROANS)

(MUSIC)

(SOBBING)

(SOBBING QUIETLY)

(MUSIC)

(SOBBING)

(BIRDS SCREECHING)

Good evening.

Lovely to see you, madam.
Thank you.

Good evening, sir. Follow me.

(CORK CREAKS, POPS)

WAITER: Bon appetit.

It's good to see you.

You as well.

How's Marisa?

She's fine.

You should come and see us.

I know.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

We should talk.

Yes, of course.

We need to move the money
as soon as possible,

speaking as your banker.

Are you returning
to the States?

No. And I certainly
can't go to Mexico.

I'm thinking Hong Kong.
Really?

Mm. You don't speak
the language.

I'm a quick study.

Well, I suppose
you could simply

buy into the market there.

Yes, it's not a problem. Cash?

Easiest way to move
cash is in diamonds.

You can hold $20 million
in the palm of your hand.

Well, I suppose
there's no problem

selling diamonds in China.

You can sell diamonds on Mars.

You need to get out, Michael.

If anything went wrong,
your name might come up.

That's right.

You're not really leaving
me a choice, are you?

You'll thank me.

And the cats?

Sylvia died,

and Raoul's alive and
well in Arizona.

I miss him.

I miss watching him out
on the high desert

bringing down jackrabbits
at 70 miles an hour.

I never tired of that.

To see quarry killed
with elegance,

it's just...

moving to me.

(WHISPERS) Is it sexual?
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Yes, of course.

A thing like that
is always sexual.

The hunter...

has grace...

beauty...

and purity of heart to
be found nowhere else.

You can make no distinction
between what they are

and what they do.

And what they do is kill.

We, of course... are
another matter.

It is our faintness of heart

that has driven us
to the edge of ruin.

Perhaps you won't agree, but...

nothing is crueler
than a coward.

And the slaughter to come...

is probably beyond
our imagining.

I think you've told me
more than I wish to know.

(WRY LAUGH)

Then I'll say no more.

Shall we think
about, uh, ordering?

I'm famished.

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